Two Jocks Next Door: A Bad Boy MFM Romance Page 9

  “K-Kade,” she stutters.

  I roughly spread her legs. Pulling her ass cheeks apart, I dart my tongue against her raw pussy. She yells out as I ravage the sensitive spot.

  “Kade!” She shouts. She backs up against me, trying to get away, but I press back. I keep her in place by digging in my nails and forcing her back against the window.

  I lick a line from her pussy to her ass, then back. Her cries of annoyance turn into cries of pleasure. She thrusts her butt back against me and shouts my name over and over.

  I don’t let her finish. I stand and wrap my arms around her again. Connor lays on the bed, watching us with an arm hooked behind his head. I carry Tracey-Ann across the floor and hand her over to him. He takes her by the hips and turns her around.

  With her feet planted on the bed, she lowers herself onto Connor’s dick. His whole length disappears inside her. She bobs up and down, her tits bouncing and hair tumbling out of its bun.

  My cock jerks at the show. I lightly rub my length. Liquid seeps from its mouth and covers my fingers. I get onto the bed and push my hand through Tracey-Ann’s hair. We kiss open mouthed, her lips flying up and down mine as she rides Connor.

  Clasping her shoulder and hip, I edge her backward against Connor. His dick still in her, he takes her legs and holds them up high. Her bound wrists press against her stomach. She's contained, with nowhere to go.

  It’s the hottest thing I’ve seen in my whole life.

  Connor lifts her ass up higher and pulls himself out of her. I edge closer and take in Tracey-Ann’s slick holes. I spit on my hand and rub the liquid across her ass. Her pleated circle pulses at my touch.

  Connor nudges the head of his dick against her bottom hole. He thrusts upwards, each jerk longer than the last, and parts her skin. Tracey-Ann cries out. She lifts her head and looks down, watching as Connor rams into her.

  Her tight orifice stretches around Connor’s thickness. He fucks her from below, each jerk breaking her ass in more.

  I rush off the bed and grab a condom from my wallet. My hands shake and my vision melts as I roll it on. I get back on the bed and onto my knees. Tracey-Ann and Connor's ragged breaths can barely be heard over the music, but her expression says everything. She's in complete rapture.

  I take my cock and slide it into her top hole. I keep going until I’m balls deep. Her pussy’s sides squeeze against me. I can feel Connor’s thrusts in her other hole.

  I grab hold of Tracey-Ann’s legs to steady myself and fuck her with all my strength. She cries out, and this time she’s nearly louder than the music. Her tits bounce all around and her hair flows freely over her shoulders.

  I pull all the way out and thrust back in. Tracey-Ann screams. She yells my name then Connor’s name. She’s come undone in a way I’ve never seen.

  I fuck her with all my strength, showing her with a pure force that she's mine. Electricity jolts my body. My toes curl and sweat drips down my face. I go harder, giving Tracey-Ann everything I've got and more.

  A guttural moan leaves her. It stretches through the room and her pussy holds me tight. She locks eyes with me, her orgasm flashing in her pupils. I let loose and explode. Pleasure hurtles through me. I lean forward, pushing deep into Tracey-Ann. Hot cum shoots out of me, all of it leaving at once.

  Underneath Tracey-Ann, Connor gives one last groan and thrust. He stills.

  I press my hands into the mattress and hold my weight off Tracey-Ann. Her sweaty tits press against my face. I swirl my tongue around one of them. It tastes better than candy.

  Tracey-Ann murmurs in pleasure. My cock, still inside her, stirs again. Ten seconds past exploding and I’m ready to go again.

  I’m addicted to this woman.

  Connor stirs and I grudgingly climb off Tracey-Ann.

  “My hands,” she says.

  Connor unties them and falls against the pillows next to her. I run my hands up and down her legs. Tiny hairs stand on end and prick against my palms.

  The music stops only to be replaced by clapping and muffled hollering.

  Tracey-Ann presses her hands against my biceps. She squeezes the muscles of my arms, giving attention to each spot. I relax against the blanket. My cock twitches again. Tracey-Ann takes note of it and playfully purses her lips.

  “I don’t have anywhere to be tonight,” she says.

  Connor rolls onto his side and presses his nose into her hair. “Good.”

  I tweak one of her nipples. “And what about tomorrow?”

  “We packed bags,” Connor explains.

  Tracey-Ann’s face softens. “Really?”

  I leave her tits alone. Is she about to inform us we were crazy to think she could hang out all weekend? “Yeah,” I stiffly say.

  She kisses one of my pecs. “Awesome.”

  16

  Tracey-Ann

  The smells of various fried foods fill the air. I amble along the sidewalk, Kade on one side of me and Connor on the other. We pass several food trucks, each of them serving their own specialties. People press around us at all angles. The setting sun glows pink and purple, my favorite colors. Ahead of us, at the end of the block, the crowd thickens. A band starts up, steel strings ringing out and mixing with the sounds of traffic.

  Connor loops an arm around my shoulder. I glance at him but he's busy looking around the street. It's the first time he's shown me any real physical affection in public.

  Though come to think of it… How often are we in public together?

  These last few months of the three of us hooking up regularly, it’s mostly just been meeting up in my room or one of theirs. We’ve never actually gone and done things together in the outside world.

  People who are just hooking up don’t go to movies or out to dinner.

  And they don’t spend whole weekends together.

  What are they doing here?

  I've been trying not to worry about them. Their suggestion of coming to visit Fourth of July wasn't a promise. I knew that the summer is a long time. I could get back to school in August and find everything different between us.

  The theater has been a good distraction during the days and evenings, but late at night it's a different story. Late at night, I think about Kade and Connor and wonder whether they've moved on from me or not.

  And now here they are. And not just for one night of sex. They’re here for the whole weekend. They stayed the night and took me out to breakfast this morning. Connor’s holding me close as we walk to an outdoor music festival.

  It’s the kind of day I didn’t think I wanted. It’s amazing.

  I can’t get too used to it, though.

  We cross the street and slip around the traffic barricades. The festival is in a square about half a mile from my apartment. A big stage sits at one end of the square. There’s a dance floor laid out in front of the band with strung up lights encompassing it. The singer belts out an upbeat country tune, her band grinning wide as they keep up the pace.

  A touch makes me jump. Warm, strong fingers interlace with mine. I look down and see Kade holding my hand. His eyes briefly connect with mine. The second he catches my gaze he looks away.

  I stare at his profile, my head spinning a bit. Lily’s cryptic talk from last month comes back to me. Could Kade and Connor be looking for something more?

  And, better yet, is it what I want?

  “I’ll get drinks,” Kade says into my ear. A shiver of pleasure ripples down my neck. I nod and watch him push through the crowd. Each and every head belonging to a female, plus a couple male ones too, turns to watch him go by.

  “Let’s dance,” Connor says.

  I start to respond, but he grabs my hand and pulls me towards the floor. A new song starts and the smooth concrete get crowded with more people. I can’t dance to save my life. I gave it a go years ago in ballet class, but it’s pretty much been downhill since then.

  Half of the group on the floor assembles into lines and starts doing some kind of warped line dance. Connor spins me
around and I land in a line full of women. He joins the men and we grapevine and shuffle parallel to each other. Unlike me, Connor has perfect rhythm. He looks as home on the dance floor as he does on the football field.

  A blonde near me eyes him and I suppress a smile. It turns out it doesn’t feel too bad to be out with a hot man. Or two.

  The singer croons across the crowd. The music jumps in my veins and gives my step a bounce. “Take me back to the good old days… Back to fireflies and summer rays.”

  Connor catches my hand and pulls me into his chest. I hit it with a thud. His straight, white teeth gleam down at me. There’s dark blonde stubble growing on his face and a slight scar on his jaw I never noticed.

  My heart swells. There’s a familiarity about Connor. I didn’t think I would miss him as much as I have these last couple weeks. Now we’re together I want to lay my head on his shoulder and dance the whole night away. Even if I do have two left feet.

  My lips feel magnetically drawn towards his. I press up on my tip toes and tilt my face towards his mouth.

  Someone grabs my free hand and yanks me away. I stumble out of Connor’s arms and bump against a new figure.

  “Hey!” I yell, pulling my arm free.

  It’s Kade. He takes my hand and presses his lips into mine. The kiss feels like an invasion. Since I didn’t know it was coming, it shakes me up. I pull back.

  Kade stares down at me, his eyes dancing in a wicked way. He pulls me against him and I let him. His feet move across the floor, keeping time with the beat. I’m right next to him, doing a poor job dancing along.

  I glance back over my shoulder. Connor dances in the line, his usual grin on his face. He couldn’t care less that I’m gone.

  Kade’s lips press against my ear. Hot breath pushes against my skin. “You’re mine,” he whispers.

  My feet grind to a halt. I pull back and look at him.

  Kade blinks. “You’re mine and Connor’s.”

  Something about his words doesn’t sound right. He mentioned Connor because it was the right thing to do.

  “Where are the drinks?” I ask, nearly shouting over the music.

  “The line was too long. I’ll go back now.”

  “I need some water.” I don’t wait for an answer. I turn my face and hurry away. I slip around groups of people and find a quiet bench away from the noise. I plant down onto it and take a deep breath.

  A half dozen pre-teen girls in short shorts and flannel shirts pass by. An older couple with two toddlers follow, and a young couple leaning in each other's arms. I didn't bring my notebook to take people watching notes with, but even if I did I wouldn't be in the mood to write.

  I can’t get my mind off of Kade’s behavior.

  “Hey.”

  Connor walks up to the bench, a bottle of water in his hand.

  He sits down next to me and passes over the water.

  “Thanks.”

  “Kade said you wanted some.”

  My stomach slightly knots. I like Kade. A lot.

  I like him more than you're supposed to like a man you're just having sex with. But sometimes it feels like the secret, dark sides of him pop out. They rear their heads out of nowhere and it always takes me by surprise.

  I twist the cap off the bottle but don’t take a drink. “Kade,” I say.

  I don’t know how to go on.

  Connor leans over his legs and looks at me. He scratches his jaw and seems to think about something.

  “Yeah,” he just says.

  “Is he…” I shake my head. It doesn’t matter.

  Or maybe it does. If we’re all just hooking up, why did Kade basically demand we be exclusive?

  And why did he pull me out of Connor’s arms?

  “Can he be possessive?” I ask.

  Connor watches the dancing crowd. “He can be a lot of things. I don’t think there’s anything to worry about, though.”

  The answer is too vague. I drink some water and look down at my hands.

  Connor scoots closer and wraps his arm around me. “Don’t worry about it. We both came here to see you, didn’t we?”

  His answer makes no sense. He’s close to rambling.

  But if he doesn’t think Kade’s behavior is worth worrying about, fine. I can go with it.

  “Right.” I push my shoulder against his chest.

  “There y’all are.” Kade strides up, his eyes traveling from me to Connor. “We gonna do some more dancing?”

  I look at Connor. His hand squeezes my shoulder. “We only have one night left here.”

  “True,” I agree.

  Connor waggles his eyebrows at me.

  “The apartment it is,” Kade says. He steps forward like he’s going to reach for me, but seems to think better of it. He lets Connor take my hand and guide me up.

  We leave the square, Connor’s hand in mine and Kade leading the way. Everything feels easy again.

  I just hope it really is that way.

  17

  Connor

  August

  I decrease the speed on the treadmill and start to bring my heart rate back down. Headlines scroll by on the big flat screen in front of me, the same news stories from an hour ago.

  At least I have my new playlist. I click the next button on my phone. A high paced guitar fills my ear buds. Another one joins in. I check the screen. Ryan Adams.

  Nice. Closer to the mainstream than I would guess for her, but good.

  Tracey-Ann gave me the whole playlist last week during our last trip to see her in Nashville.

  The visit ended up being sadder than I thought it would be. Following dropping in on her in May, Kade and I started making weekly visits a habit. Heading out from Friday practice and staying still Sunday morning became the norm. Not only have we gotten to know Nashville better this summer, we've gotten to know Tracy-Ann better as well.

  I would never have thought we had such similar tastes in music. I also never would have guessed she was such a good writer. The one play she let me read blew me away.

  For the most part, though, we’ve been living our separate lives all summer. Tracey-Ann has her internship to focus on and Kade and I have football. With school starting soon it’s time to get more serious than ever.

  We’re seniors this year, but instead of rejoicing it makes things more intense. Every move we make directly affects our performance on the field.

  It’s a long and hard road to Aprils’ NFL draft. Kade and I have to watch each step and make sure we keep our eyes on the prize.

  I kill the treadmill and jump to the ground. A brunette over at the stationary bikes smiles my way. She’s good looking, with trim curves and a nice rack. I give her a smile back then turn away.

  It's hard to believe it, but it's been almost a year since I've gotten with a girl other than Tracey-Ann. It's pretty convenient. At this point, I don't have time to pursue girls. Just a one-night stand seems like a lot of work.

  I pass Kade on the way to the showers. He’s lifting weights and huffing like he’s on the field executing the biggest play of his life.

  “Hey, big boy." I take one of the weights from his hand. "Jesus. This is heavy." I nearly drop it on my foot but readjust just in time and set it on the floor.

  “You could stand to press a bit more yourself,” he grunts through another rep.

  “Ouch." I flex and kiss my bicep. "He didn't mean that baby," I tell my arm.

  Kade puts the weights down and sits up. His head is drenched in sweat. “I saw that girl checking you out.”

  “Yeah.” I glance over my shoulder. The brunette steps off her bike and sends a purposeful look my way. I quickly turn back around.

  Kade wipes his face with a towel and inspects me. “You hitting anyone up lately?”

  “Other than Tracey-Ann?” I fold my arms. It annoys me that he would ask. Not because I decided to be exclusive with Tracey-Ann, but because it seems important to him that she not get with any other guys. I don’t care much either way. Past fo
otball, regular sex, and the occasional party, I don’t need much else.

  “Yes,” he says. There’s an accusatory note to his tone.

  “No. But why do you want to know?”

  “It might hurt her if you were banging other chicks.”

  “Banging other...” I sputter and rub the back of my neck. “You want Tracey-Ann to be our girlfriend?”

  “No,” he sharply says. “I don’t do girlfriends.”

  “Then why are you asking me if I'm banging anyone else, like Tracey-Ann is our girlfriend or something?"

  His nostrils flare. I’ve got him there.

  I go on. “And why did you tell her she can’t be with anyone else?”

  “I didn’t say that.” He’s lying through his teeth. He remembers the conversation we had right around the time Tracey-Ann left for Nashville. He just doesn’t want to admit it.

  “I’m pretty sure you did,” I tell him. “What’s this about anyway?”

  Kade rubs his lip and avoids my eyes. “She’s coming back this weekend.”

  “Yep.”

  He glares at me. “I was curious. That’s all.”

  He stands up and stalks past me. I follow right on his heels.

  We don’t talk in the locker room or showers. In the parking lot, the sun glints off the car hoods and pierces my eyes. I look down at the ground as we walk and think about how I’m going to say what I need to.

  We climb into Kade’s truck. I buckle my seat belt and let it rip. “You’re going to scare Tracey-Ann away.”

  His head whips in my direction. “What?” he spats.

  Waves of anger rise in my chest. I can hear everything Kade will say. I know all of his excuses. I've heard each one of them multiple times. Usually, I don't care. His problems are his own. If he wants my help with anything I'm here. His family stuff is the perfect example.

  If it’s women, I stay out of his way. He can do what he wants with or to them. It’s got nothing to do with me.

  Or at least it used to be that way. We’re sharing a girl on a regular basis now. What he does to her affects me. She’ll be back for good in a few days and we don’t need any drama just as school is starting.